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Two in Vegas -- Part 2/2 (Slow, FF)
WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of
a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work
may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in
any way. I encourage comments and criticism to OKIquit@hotmail.com --
Chaz
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Two in Vegas
by Chaz Thain
okiquit@hotmail.com
We filed into a huge, sumptuously decorated living room and met
Mr. Karasatos. He was short, mostly bald and deeply tanned with strong
features. He wore a loose shirt that looked like nubby silk, beautifully
tailored slacks and no shoes. He gave a small smile when he introduced
himself to each of us and shook hands. His hands felt strong and dry. He
led us to the far end of the room where there was a round bed covered
with a gleaming white satin sheet. There was no top sheet or bedspread,
but a half-dozen satin-cased pillows were scattered around. The bed was
brightly lit while the rest of the room was half in shadow.
Just beyond the bed, two steps led up to a raised area where two
comfortable, high-backed chairs sat side-by-side.
“Now, ladies,” he said, turning to face us (his accent sounded
faintly British). “You are all very beautiful and I am so pleased with
Jennifer for bringing you here.”
He did sound sincerely pleased, and very charming.
“I have a plan for this evening. If you follow my plan, there
will be some surprises for you, but I know we will all enjoy ourselves.
And I know you will be perfectly satisfied with the envelope you receive
when you leave.”
Mr. Karasatos paused and looked at us closely, one by one. I
dropped my eyes when his gaze got to me. I had the feeling his plan
would not follow Jennifer’s standard scenario, and that made me nervous.
But Jodi didn’t budge so I stayed put, too.
We had naturally lined up next to our partners facing the
gleaming white bed.
“Would all the young gentlemen please take a step forward, then
turn and face your partner? Mr. Karasatos asked.
Young gentlemen! I thought, surprised. What young gentlemen?
Then I felt like such a dunce when Jodi and the other two girls who were
dressed “boy” stepped forward and turned to face us who were dressed
“girl.” Jodi smiled at me and I felt myself blushing. I have fair skin
that turns rosy red when I blush. And knowing it’s so obvious makes me
blush even more. I could feel the warm tingle rising in my face.
I was so preoccupied that I missed the next thing Mr. Karasatos
said, but suddenly Jodi was gone and her place was taken by another of
the girls dressed “boy.” Confused, I looked and found Jodi was now
standing facing the girl to my left.
“I realize that changing partners will add an element of the
unknown,” Mr. Karasatos continued. “But I hope to make tonight’s
celebration more spontaneous. My wife loves improvisation.”
Wife? I thought. What wife? Puzzled, I glanced at the “boy” who
was my new partner and found her staring at me boldly, a hard little
smile on her lips. She stepped in line beside me and I realized that I
would have to perform on the white satin bed with her, not Jodi. I felt
a sudden hollow feeling in my stomach.
My new partner was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans,
with clunky black boots on her feet. A baseball cap was tipped onto the
back of her head. Her blonde hair was cut much shorter than Jodi’s and
her substantial breasts were flattened by a sports bra at least a size
too small. She had a very attractive face, not a bit masculine, and
looked a couple of years older than me. Her arms and shoulders looked
strong and smooth, like a swimmer. I smiled at her and she returned a
slight smile.
That’s when I noticed two more women entering the room from a
side door. The one in front was not only nude but hairless from head to
foot! Not even eyebrows. She was the strangest looking girl! No taller
than five feet, she was straight, slender and pale, with a beautiful
face that reminded me somehow of elves and fairies. Her eyes slanted up
at the corners, cat-like, and her mouth looked at thepoint of smiling.
She was nearly flat, but large, dark nipples stood out high on her
chest. The bare mound where her legs joined was divided by a delicate
slit. She seemed young, but I couldn’t tell her age.
I was still gawking at the hairless girl when the woman behind
her caught my eye. Nearly six feet tall, she was dressed in a white silk
nightgown with a wide lace hem that flowed around her ankles and along
the carpet behind her. A loose coat of matching white silk hung from her
shoulders to her hips. Her light olive complexion was complemented by a
thick, springy mane of black hair that spread over her broad shoulders.
More handsome than pretty, her thick eyebrows, straight nose and strong
chin, gave her the look of a Greek goddess. The girl stopped beside the
chairs on the upper level, but the woman walked down the steps to stand
beside Mr. Karasatos.
“Here they are, Catherine, aren’t they beautiful,” he said. Her
eyes swept down the line, lingering briefly on our faces. She turned and
smiled at him.
“They ARE beautiful, sweetheart. Have you explained things?” He
nodded. “Then let’s begin.”
Mr. Karasatos led his wife up to the chairs where they both
turned and sat. The strange hairless girl sat on the top step between
them, her legs held modestly together. When she turned slightly to look
up at Mrs. Karasatos I could see she wasn’t completely hairless after
all. She wore a short ruff of dark hair beginning at the top of her neck
and covering the rounded back of her head.
“Let’s start with this couple,” Mrs. Karasatos said, pointing to
Jodi and a petite redhead with pouty lips standing beside her. “Clare
will show the rest of you where to wait.”
Clare the hairless girl stood and walked toward us, smiling
slightly. She made a gesture for us to follow her. I gave a last glance
at Jodi, but she was looking at Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos. Clare led the
four of us into a short hallway with doors on both sides. She motioned
my partner and I towards one door and the other couple towards the
other.
“Relax, have a drink if you like, but don’t get drunk,” she said
in a soft voice. “And no smoking, please.”
When the door closed behind her, I looked around. We were in a
beautifully furnished, but otherwise normal hotel room with a king-size
bed. I sat in one of the chairs and an uncomfortable silence fell. The
girl in black prowled around, flipping the lights on in the bathroom,
glancing at me occasionally. I watched her in my peripheral vision. She
was as tall as Jodi, but she looked solid, like an athlete. Her hair was
sort of dirty blonde, buzzed short on the sides and back. Finally I
couldn’t stand it any longer. I got up and headed for the mini-bar.
“What’s your name?” I asked. “Do you want a drink?”
She smiled and sat on the bed.
“Dannie, short for Danielle. Yeah, bring me a beer. Anything
domestic.” I handed her a can of Michelob and sat back in the chair. She
popped the top and sipped from her beer.
“Aren’t you drinking?”
“No, I’m too nervous. My stomach is a big knot.”
We fell silent and several minutes passed.
“You’re straight, aren’t you?” she asked suddenly. She was
looking straight at me. For some reason I couldn’t meet her gaze.
“Yes ... you?”
“Bi,” she declared, “but I like girls better.”
I didn’t say anything. She got up and paced the length of the
room. Turning she walked back to me and stood in front of my chair. I
looked down at her boots and her legs in those tight, black jeans. She
didn’t seem to be wearing a dildo. Suddenly her fingers brushed my
cheek. Surprised, I turned my face down and away. Dannie chuckled.
“Don’t you like it?” she asked huskily. I couldn’t look at her.
My mouth was dry. She reached down and lightly stroked my left breast
through my dress and bra. I jerked away.
“Your nips are hard,” she whispered. “I can see them through
your bra.”
I wanted her to leave me alone. I wondered about Jodi. I
wondered if she was naked on the white satin bed, kneeling behind the
petite redheaded girl with the pouty lips. For a second I wondered if
the redhead’s pussy lips were pouty, too, then I pushed the thought from
my mind. It didn’t mean anything.
Dannie tried to touch my breast again, but I blocked her by
hunching over. She hissed with anger and stepped back. She sat on the
bed and leaned towards me.
“You think you’re special because you’re so pretty,” she
snarled. “I bet guys have been sniffing after you for years. One way or
another I’m going fuck you tonight,” she paused and in a softer voice
said, “We could get to know each other ... have a little fun.”
I didn’t answer or look up. The silence seemed to last a long
time.
“Typical fucking straight,” Dannie growled. “Too uptight to try
something new, but not too uptight to fuck another girl for money!”
I ignored her, knowing she was wrong. The silence stretched out
again. I could feel her eyes boring into me.
“Fake lesbians putting on a fake show for the paying customers,”
she said bitterly. “I’ll bet you and your cookie don’t even eat each
other. Or is she a closet dyke? ... I’ll bet she is ... She use a
strap-on? ... She probably likes to pretend she’s got a dick! You make
me hurl!”
I could feel my face burning during Dannie’s tirade. Finally she
flopped back on the bed and was silent. I started to relax, and slowly
began to feel better. Time passed and I started to get tense again. Soon
it would be me on the white satin bed. With Dannie.
“I’m sorry you don’t like me,” I whispered. There was no answer.
We waited again in silence. Finally there was a soft knock and Clare
opened the door. Her smooth, bare skin gleamed in the dimly lit hall.
“Please come with me,” she said smiling. Following her down the
hall towards the huge living room, it suddenly it occurred to me that
the single patch of hair on the back of her head was the perfect size
and length to be grabbed ... like a handle. A hand gripping that hair
would be able to guide her head in any direction ... and her mouth. I
pushed the thought from my head.
There was no sign of Jodi and the little redhead, but Mr. and
Mrs. Karasatos still sat in the two big chairs. He looked just the same,
but her nightgown hung open down the front. I caught a flash of one
breast as she turned towards us. Her large, dark eyes gleamed in the dim
light and she smiled.
“Welcome,” she said, sipping a pale liquid from a wineglass.
“The evening has begun well and now it’s your turn to enjoy ... and be
enjoyed ...
“You may begin.”
A sudden shove from behind sent me sprawling onto the big round
bed. Dannie’s knee was in my back and she was taking -- no ripping -- my
light dress off. Tug, rip, tug and my back was exposed ... a deft twist
and my bra was undone. Hands dug up under my skirt. Automatically I
tried to close my legs, but Dannie’s knee forced them apart and then my
panties were gone, pulled roughly down my legs. Grabbing an arm, she
flipped me over and straddled me. She was staring down, still fully
clothed. Rip, tug, rip and the top of my dress was in shreds. I tried to
hold my bra over my breasts, but she pulled it roughly out of my hands
and tossed it away. I looked up to see a grim smile on her face.
“Your ass is MINE, little cookie!” she hissed.
Dannie raised herself up and a few more rips left me naked under
her. Scraps of my dress littered the bed. She reached for my breasts and
I tried to grab her hands. She slapped me one hard stinging time that
left my head ringing. Determined not to cry, I lay motionless while her
hands roamed over me for several minutes ... squeezing, pinching,
stroking. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and
pulled it over her head. The sports bra came off next and her large
breasts swung free. She leaned forward, the rough cloth of her jeans
digging into my belly. I turned my face away.
“You’re gonna suck tit, my little friend!” and when I shook my
head, ‘No,’ she took my left nipple in a fierce grip. “Suck mine or lose
yours!”
The next moment Dannie pressed a nipple against my lips. I
closed my eyes, reluctantly opened my mouth and began to suckle. I
suspected she would carry out her threat if I resisted. For a second I
considered biting her nipple off, but I was afraid. Her nipple began to
get hard as I sucked. Above me she gave a harsh moan, and she pressed
her breast down harder.
“That’s it,” she said in a harsh whisper. “Mmmmm. Uuuuunh,
That’s it. That's great!”
I fell into it gradually. A Dannie moaning in pleasure wasn’t
likely to hit me. I began working on her nipple, first sucking softly,
then hard, then flicking it with my tongue the way I liked. She was
almost purring with arousal.
After awhile Dannie pulled her nipple out of my mouth with tiny
pop and I opened my eyes. She smiled down at me almost softly, replacing
her hard, wet nipple with her soft, dry one. I closed my eyes and began
nursing again. She pressed her breast against my willing mouth, gave a
small gasp and began again to moan her arousal.
“That’s soooo good,” she whispered. “Mmmmmm-unh!”
I sucked her for a long time, concentrating my mouth and tongue
on her long, stiff nipple and her aureola. I began feeling a little
warm, too. Then Dannie pulled away and flopped on her back beside me. I
looked and she was pushing her jeans down her muscular legs. She wore no
panties and her pussy was completely bare. Unlike Clare’s discreet
little slit, Dannie’s pussy was gaping wetly open, her inner lips
exposed, swollen, dark and wet.
In seconds she was kneeling over me again. She straddled my
right leg and lowered her naked pussy onto my thigh. Dannie drove her
weight down, rubbing her wet sex against me. Then she began a rhythm,
first grinding her pussy against my leg then lifting up briefly before
grinding down again. Her breathing rapidly began to grow deep and hard,
with occasional sharp gasps. Her eyes were closed to slits and her face
twisted with pleasure.
Dannie’s right leg was between mine, rubbing into my crotch as
she humped me. Her large breasts swayed heavily above me, just out of
reach. Warmth spread slowly from my pussy throughout my body, but she
wasn’t trying to get me off. She was building quickly towards her own
climax and my arousal was just a side effect. My whole thigh was wet
with her juice.
“AAAAgghh!” she gave a brief shout, then Dannie was flat on top
of me. Her arms held me, giving leverage as she doubled the speed of her
humping. Then she was cumming, a good hard cum, humping my leg as fast
as she could, moaning and crying out with her face buried against my
bare breasts.
“Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-Ungh-Ungh-UNgh-UNgh-UNGH!-UNGH!-UNGH! Oh
fuck me you CUNT, oh FUCK! oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!” she cried.
Her orgasm slowly faded and Dannie lay there for several
minutes, collapsed on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking together, her
quick breath tickling my chest. Strangely, it made me feel good that she
had cum, that I had given her a good cum. After awhile, Clare appeared
and knelt on the round bed beside us. She tapped Dannie on the arm.
“Thank you. You can go now.”
Dannie lifted herself up, glancing at me briefly with no
expression. She hopped off the bed and started pulling on her clothes. I
began to sit up, hoping something remained of my dress, but Clare
stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her and she was
looking back with a slight, sweet smile.
“Please stay for awhile,” she said.
I laid there with Clare kneeling beside me, not knowing what
else to do. She handed Dannie an envelop and watched her walk towards
the door. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos
-- two dim figures sitting motionless in their chairs. The big door
thumped closed behind Dannie.
“That didn’t look very pleasant for you,” Clare said softly. Her
hairless head was backlit by the lights and it was hard to see her face.
“Mrs. Karasatos has asked me to finish what your partner began.”
Before I could decide what she meant, Clare moved down, gently
pressed my knees apart with her small hands and leaned down to place her
open mouth on my pussy. Her tongue found my clit and a jet of pleasure
shot from my throbbing clit up my spine to explode in my head. My head
slammed back on the bed and I heard myself moan.
I had never experienced oral sex, but in three seconds I knew I
LOVED being licked! I looked down to see Clare’s straight little nose
burrowing into my hairy mound. Her unseen mouth was busy with my slit,
but her eyes looked up at me, smiling. She took my swollen clit between
her lips and sucked gently. Another electric shock zoomed up my spine to
my brain then ricocheted down to my stiffening nipples.
Clare wasted no time. Her tongue moved quickly, licking my clit
a couple of times then wiggling its way down my slit to my dripping
vagina. She rimmed my opening, shot her tongue deep inside me then
started the process again. I was in heaven.
But suddenly I felt guilty. I don’t know how I found the
strength, but I reached down and gently lifted Clare’s face from between
my legs.
“My God, that’s wonderful,” I panted. “But you don’t have to do
this for me.”
She smiled, running her pink tongue around her glistening lips.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she said softly. “This is what I
like. This is what I do,” and she lowered her face again to my pussy. I
gave in to the rising waves of pleasure.
Soon I was emitting steady groans as a powerful pressure built
inside me. Clare’s mouth was completely devoted to my pussy, licking,
sucking and probing deeply. A couple of times she seemed to suck
directly at the juices I knew were flowing out of my opening. I felt
more than heard her own excited moans.
Eventually the tension grew until my stomach muscles were hard
as a board and my hips began involuntarily humping upwards against
Clare’s loving mouth. My pussy spasmed, my body felt on fire and my
rock-hard nipples begged for attention. I grabbed them and tugged
cruelly, somehow bringing relief. Then I was over the top, cumming hard,
my lower body convulsing as Clare clung to my hips. Her mouth continued
its relentless assault, her tongue flicking my clit.
“AAAAAAAAAEEeeeeeeeeeeee!” I screamed without caring who heard
me. “OH! ... OH! ... OH! ... OH! ... OH Nooooooooo!”
Clare put her lips around my clit and began a gentle, insistent
sucking that seemed to prolong my cum without end.
“Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-Unh! OH! OHHHHHHHHHH!” I came and came and
came until finally I could stand no more and pushed Clare’s head away.
Cupping a hand over my too-sensitive pussy, I closed my legs and rolled
to one side, shaking with exhaustion. Tears slid down my face. Clare
spooned herself behind and put her arms around me. She held me and
murmured soft, reassuring words that I barely heard.
I don’t know how long we laid there together, but I finally
stirred and sat up. Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos were gone. Clare smiled.
“That was a beautiful climax,” she said. “I loved watching you.”
“That was the most incredible cum I’ve ever had,” I said. “Thank
you so much!”
“No, I should thank you. You really taste very sweet ... and so
sensitive. I thought you would cum forever.”
I blushed, suddenly a little shocked at having such a profound
experience with a stranger. Clare must have sensed some of what I was
feeling. She picked up my hand and smiled reassuringly.
“What happened to your bosses,” I said, waving at the empty
chairs.
“They liked watching you and Dannie, but they REALLY liked
watching us. They’ve gone off to make love,” she said dreamily. “Soon
they’ll send for me.” She licked her lips, “There’ll be some lovely
leftovers.”
I must have gotten a funny look on my face, because Clare looked
and me and gave a long, delighted giggle.
Clare picked up a nearby phone and astonished me by ordering --
long after midnight -- a complete new outfit for me. She ordered a
dress, underwear, accessories and shoes -- specifying coolor, style and
fabric. She estimated all my sizes perfectly except for my shoe size,
and paid extra to have everything delivered to the suite immediately.
Then she took me to a nearby bathroom and helped me get showered and
dressed. The dress alone was more than $500.
Finally leading me towards the door, Clare pressed two envelopes
into my hand, kissed me lightly on the lips and told me their driver
would take me home. My purse was still sitting in the entry hall, along
with a uniformed limo driver. He drove me back to the apartment as I
stared through the smoked glass windows of the limo at the lights of
the Strip. At home Jodi was pacing anxiously up and down in her robe,
her wet hair up in a towel.
“Thank God you’re home,” she blurted as I walked in the door.
Then she stopped short.
“Where did you get that dress?” She looked down. “And a new
purse and shoes, too?”
“I’ll tell you later,” I said, heading for the bathroom. “Right
now I need to change.”
Ten minutes later I came out of the bathroom in my robe,
brushing my hair. Jodi was lying on her bed watching me.
“How did it go?” she asked. “They said not to wait for you.”
“It was okay,” I said, “kinda weird ... some good, some not so
good.” She was watching my face closely. I put down my brush and sat
beside her on the bed.
“I did decide a couple of things tonight,” I said after a pause.
“What’s that?”
“First ... I want us to leave Vegas.”
“Oh!” Jodi’s face registered surprise, but no strong opposition.
She looked up at me.
“And ... I decided I want to do this,” I said. I leaned down and
kissed Jodi, pressing hard from the very first and pushing my tongue
between her startled lips. It only took her a second to recover and we
were kissing passionately, our tongues wrestling deep in her mouth, then
deep in mine. It was a series of kisses, really. First I was kissing
her, then she was kissing me. My kisses, I know, were forceful, almost
bruising, full of pent-up want. I wanted to tell Jodi so much with those
kisses. Finally, we broke apart breathlessly, looking in each other’s
bemused faces.
“I’m so glad you finally decided to meet me halfway,” Jodi said
with a smile. I laughed.
“Oh, I’m going to meet you more than halfway!” I said, pushing
her gently back on the bed.
I tugged loose the knot of Jodi’s robe. She watched wide-eyed as
I spread her robe open, her small round breasts waiting, her pubes
glistening. I pulled one of her legs wide and leaned quickly forward.
Mimicking Clare, I put my mouth on Jodi’s pussy and darted my tongue
down to find her little pearl. I knew just where to look, and I heard
Jodi gasp. Then she gave a low, crooning moan.
I circled her clit with my tongue-tip, wetting it, brushing it
slightly. She pressed her hips slowly up and opened her legs, offering
herself. I pressed my tongue-tip down her slit, then slowly licked back
up to her clit. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pressing my
face against her. I was glad to cooperate.
I closed my mouth over her pussy and began licking in earnest,
flicking lightly over her clit half-a-dozen times, then pursing my lips
to suck gently. Then again. And again. Jodi cried out something that
could have been, “NO!” but her hands still pressed my face into her. I
licked and licked, loving her smell, the slightly tangy taste of her
liquid center and the insistent thrusting of her hips.
I settled down to short, steady licks across her clit with the
tip of my tongue. Her hips still thrust up against my mouth, but my
hands could feel the tension growing in her belly muscles. I wanted to
make Jodi cum as badly as I ever wanted anything. I wanted this cum to
be ours ... mine and Jodi’s.
I was lost in the smell and taste and wet softness of her in my
mouth, and the sound of her gasping that turned into
“unh-unh-unh-unh-Unh-Unh-UNh!-UNh!-UNH!-UNH!-UNH!UNH!UNH!UNH!UNH! And
her moans merged into one long, deep cry from her soul.
“BETH!” Jodi shouted, “BETH! BETH! BETH! Ohhhhh! EAT ME! EAT MY
PUSSY! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON’T STOP EATING ME! DON’T STOP!”
And her hips were thrusting up against my mouth and her hands
gripped my hair, pressing my face into her wonderful, hot, wet crotch. I
maneuvered one hand briefly, then pushed two fingers up her pussy.
Jodi’s lower body convulsed anew when she felt the penetration, and I
felt her heels beat briefly on my back as her climax continued.
“FUCK ME BETH! OH DO IT! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME SO HARD!”
So I did, thrusting my fingers inside her again and again, and
licking and licking until minutes later when she finally fell quiet and
limp underneath me and the only sound was her ragged breathing. I laid
there for awhile, my cheek against her tangled wet muff. My fingers slid
out of her clasping warmth.
I sat up and looked at my beautiful friend spread out beneath
me, her legs wide, skin and hair glistening wet everywhere I looked. Her
little pink nipples atop her small, round breasts looked painfully
erect. I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and smelled her, then put them
in my mouth and tasted her. Then I watched her lie there for a long
time. Finally she raised her head and our eyes met.
“That was incredible,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling. “Thank
you ... THANK you!”
“Don’t thank me yet,” I said with my own smile. “Because we’re
just getting started.”
I stood up, untied my robe and let it drop from my shoulders to
the floor. Jodi’s eyes were instantly drawn down to where the big,
flesh-colored dildo hung heavily in its harness, swaying slightly when I
moved. Jodi made a little choking sound in her throat.
“Oh baby!” she whispered, wide-eyed.
I knelt between her legs, looking at her beautiful, round little
breasts topped with stiff pink nipples. The swollen lips of her sweet
pussy were just visible in the thick hair where her long legs joined her
hips. Leaning down I pressed her pussy open with one hand and positioned
the head of the dildo at her entrance with the other.
Jodi tilted her hips to meet the coming thrust and looked up at
my face.
“Are you sure?” she asked. For an answer I leaned forward and my
weight pressed my cock slowly and steadily between her widespread legs.
Jodi gasped, spread her legs wide and thrust upward with her hips. In
less than a minute I was buried in her, our pussy hair mingling, my
breasts flattened on hers.
“I’m sure,” I said, and began to fuck her gently, and with love.
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